First, we picnicked in Zilker Park. We packed up some burgers, corn and fixings and commandeered a table in the shade with access to a grill. The previous tenants had had quite the party. Our intuitive CSI-like skills revealed that it had been an oyster bake with hot sauce, Heinekens and cigarettes. It could have also been that they left all the remnants behind. After the unfortunate task of cleaning up the mess, we had a fine pic-a-nic.
Next, we braved the frigid depths of Barton Springs Pool. At 68 degrees it takes a while to acclimate the more sensitive areas but it's most excellent once your breathing regulates. As a bonus I got to check out the open-air changing slash bath room. Straight out of Roman times minus the vomitorium.
To complete the trifecta, we saved the best for last. After a few times of eating the infamous Salt Lick at the airport, we finally made it to the motherland. Sorry but I cannot put it into words and the photo to your left brings tears to my eyes upon each and every viewing. Go there. Now.
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